Clove POV:
The next 3 days are the same as the first, get up, go to training, eat dinner, and go to bed. Today is different though. It's the day of private sessions with the game makers. They'll rate you on a scale from 1-12 1 being the lowest and 12 being the highest. If you get an 8 or above than you're more likely to get sponsors. Most careers always get a 9. If you're a career and get lower than 8, you're pretty much a disgrace to your whole district and probably won't get any sponsors.
After breakfast, Enobaria escorts me and Cato to the room where we will wait until our names are called. Girls will go first and boys will go second. I sit in between Marvel and Cato. Glimmer gets called in and 1O minutes later Marvel gets called in. I'm next. I'm not really nervous, just ready to get it over with. The next 1O go by very slowly. They call my name and Cato wishes me good luck. I thank him and so the same.
As I walk into the room, I realize it looks exactly like the training room. I introduce myself "Clove Fuhrman, District 2." The head game maker, Seneca Crane, nods his head for me I continue. I make my way to the knives and grab 8 knives. I put each knife in between my fingers and leave 2 for me to throw.
I do a cartwheel and when I come up I throw the knife. Bullseye. I do a back handspring and throw the other knife. I throw the other 6 normally and hit 3 in the heart, 2 in the brain, and one in the groin. I earn a lot of claps from the game makers and they dismiss me. I feel like I did really good. I go back to the apartment to wait on Cato. When I get there, Enobaria is waiting on the couch for me. "So how was it?'' she asks me.
"It was good. I did the normal just some flips and regular throwing. I got a lot of claps though, so maybe I did good." I say confidently. I really do feel like I did good. I hope Cato does the same. After 15 minutes of talking to Enobaria, Cato finally comes in and I run up and hug him. "How'd you do?" he asks me.
"I feel like I did really good. I just did flips and threw normally. Nothing special."
"Well, I used the sword and did a little bit of combat." he tells me.
"That's good, now why don't you two go get ready for dinner and the scores." Enobaria tells us. We head to my room to freshen up.
A couple hours later, we're all sitting at the table. After we finish eating, we make our way to the living room to watch the scores. Caesar Flickerman's face appears on screen "Now it's time to show off this years tributes' scores." Ceasar says. We only pay attention to the important people.
Marvel: 9
Glimmer: 8
After Glimmer's name comes up, Cato's does. "Now District 2's Cato with an impressive score of 1O." We all celebrate and I kiss him. He will surely get some sponsors. "Now for District 2's Clove with the same score as Cato, a 1O." We all celebrate and I kiss Cato again. We pay attention to the other scores to.
Hanna: 9
Evan, District 4's boy: 6
Rue, District 11: 7
Thresh, District 11: 9
Peeta: 8
Katniss: 11
An 11? That's never been done before. Especially not from an outline district. This makes me so mad. I storm off to my room and don't even let Cato in. I'm too mad and don't want to hurt him. I fall asleep after 2 hours of screaming and crying.
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Promises (A Clato Fanfic)
FanficSo this book is what would happen if Clove and Cato came out if the games as victors. (Completed)
